Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 15:47:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys 9 Try Boys 9 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Sic transit gloria Justin Justin Cockthrob was a very unhappy celebrity. As Justin approached his 30th birthday, it had become apparent to him and his legion of admirers that the major thing for which the handsome young man was famous was the fact that he was famous. Sort of a male Paris Hilton. And how much have we heard about her lately? Justin's "career" needed a boost. A big boost. Perhaps a second album. Another concert tour. Though the so-called critics in the "lamestream" media had compared his singing to cats in the agony of eternal damnation. What did they know? His fans loved him. The ones who were still his fans. He knew he still had fans because he still got fan mail. Lots of it. In fact, as this story opens, he was sitting in his bedroom, contemplating a pile of the fan mail he loved most. Panty mail. Sweet, used panties. Mailed to him by his most ardent admirers, then carefully screened and x-rayed (for explosives) by his loyal entourage. Many of Justin's sexual encounters began with his response to his panty mail. Encounters, not love affairs. Which was all Justin seemed to have those days. Whenever he struck up a relationship with a woman, by the third date, she was persistently attempting to nag, manipulate and emasculate Justin. The women didn't seem to be able to help themselves...like the scorpion stinging the frog who was saving the scorpion from drowning. It was in their nature. Which was why Corey, Justin's oldest friend and the entourage's "chief of staff," decided to change the nature of that day's panty mail. "I think you should look at this piece of mail first, Justin," Corey said. "It could change your luck." Justin was puzzled and curious as Corey left. He looked at the yellow envelope and saw it was from an "A. Needcock" in a neighboring state. Cool surname. But how would that young lady's panties change Justin's luck? Justin opened the package and saw what he believed was "the usual." Three pairs of worn, pussy-scented panties in sealed, plastic baggies. A handwritten, heartfelt letter. And a DVD of the young lady's "assets." Ho-hum. But wait. The panties! The stains! Was that -- sperm? On the panties? Huh? Wait. An envelope with photos of the panty-wearer. Justin opened it and saw... A naked boy. On his back. Looking into the camera with the most beautiful blue eyes Justin had ever seen. His little prick had just shot three or four thick ropes of boy sperm onto his pretty tummy and a tiny lake of semen had formed around "A Needcock's" tasty, little belly button. Justin looked into the boy's eyes again. How long were those lashes anyway? And wasn't it illegal for a boy (or anyone) to be that fucking beautiful? Justin was definitely NOT gay! But no one had notified his cock of that fact. It was rampant with lust for A. Needcock. Justin looked at the second photo. The boy, who looked to be about 10 or 11-years-old, had used two pretty fingers to scoop up some of that sweet honey from his belly and was licking it from his fingertips as he looked into the camera -- thus into Justin's eyes. Justin groaned involuntarily. And opened one of the panty packages. Oh my. It was a pair of lacy, pink teasers. Cut briefly in the back to expose its wearer's pretty cheeks. But not quite a thong. The front of the panties had suffered a severe sperm attack. From the inside. The boy's sweetness had dried, but much of the odor was still there. As Justin verified when he gave the panty crotch a deep, prolonged sniff. Wait. Time out! This was all horribly gay. And Justin was NOT gay. So why was his cock outrageous? The letter. He would read the boy's letter. That would calm him down. It said: "Dear Mr. Cockthrob, "My name is Alex. I'm ten years and four months old and I live in xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. "Ever since I was a little kid, I've been in love with you. "I hope you'll look at the video Daddy helped me make for you. I think you'll like what you see and you'll say to yourself, "I'm tired of the nagging, the manipulation and the emasculation. I'm going to `try boys.' "Well, one boy, anyway. Alex Needcock. Ha ha, "My phone number is xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. I hope to hear from you soon. "Love, "Alex." Justin gulped. He couldn't. It was wrong. But that "Try Boys" thing. Wasn't that very "in" right now? And wasn't Justin Cockthrob the Prince of In? He should at least look at the video. So he slid it into the DVD and lay back on his bed. Pulling down his pants, allowing his fat cock to breathe free air. In case it was a really good video. It was. While not professionally done, it was certainly in the upper range of YouTube stuff. And it had a voiceover with Alex's sweet voice overpowering any ant-gay reluctance from Justin and Justin's cock, The title frame said, "I love Justin Cockthrob." Alex's voiceover said, "My name is Alex Needcock and I've been saving myself for the man I love, Mr. Justin Cockthrob." Visual: Alex enters a boyish bedroom and strips to the pink panties that Justin had sniffed earlier. Voiceover: "It isn't easy staying a virgin. So many men want me. Even my Daddy wants me. [Giggle] But I always tell them that I'm YOURS." Visual: Alex shows the camera his stiff, throbbing, dripping, 3.7-inch cock. A tasty pearl of boy juice oozes from Alex's kissable peelips. Voiceover: A boy has needs, Mr. Cockthrob. And I need you inside me. Taking my virginity. Thinking about you makes me hard and needy. And when I touch myself... Oh! Oh! Visual: Alex's cock is putting on a 4th-of-July-worthy cum-fireworks display. Thick, creamy strands flying straight up as the boy's face contorts into a mask of erotic agony. Against his better judgment, Justin began to stroke his cock. Dreaming dreams he'd never dared to dream before. When Alex got onto all fours and showed the camera/Justin his perfect, boyish pussy, Justin created his own fireworks display. And he resolved to enter a better world. Soon! Two -- Daddy helps Alex Alex Needcock loved his milkings. Though he hadn't lied to Mr. Cockthrob about being a virgin, he had sort of "interacted" with one man. Frequently. It seems that Alex's Daddy had shown his compassion for his babe-a-licious son by instituting a vigorous program of regular "milkings." "A beautiful boy like you, Alex, could be seriously injured if he allowed all his sperm to just `sit there' in his testicles all day," Daddy had told a fascinated Alex and his semi-bored Mom. Mom had raised Alex's three older sisters -- a titanic, exhausting task, as anyone who has cohabitated with a teenage girl can attest. She had told her husband that Alex was HIS problem. If he wanted to "yank the boy's crank" for him, what did she care? So four or five times a day, Daddy would take Alex into the boy's bedroom, pull Alex's panties down, lube the fingers of his right hand with Slickyboy masturbation oil, and tease the boy's pretty parts until Alex squealed and squirted. When the sweet routine began four months earlier, whenever Daddy "teased his tickler," Alex would look at the Justin Cockthrob pictures plastered all over his bedroom wall. Dreaming that his dream man was stimulating his privates. Not Daddy. But as time moved on, Alex began to develop a great, lust-filled affection for his Daddy. Kissing Daddy thankfully one time after a nice cum. First without tongue. Then with. Two months into the "milkings," Alex began to reciprocate in ways beyond kissing. One memorable night, Alex pulled Daddy's zipper down and withdrew the parental penis. Which was standing tall and dribbling large dollops of pre-cum. Alex's face was covered with blushes as he "examined" Daddy's stiffie. Pulling back the thick foreskin and revealing the pink, tender knob. Alex let Daddy's foreskin snap back to cover the fat knob and giggled when Daddy groaned with lust. Alex reached for the "Slickyboy" and, mimicking Daddy's loving attentions to Alex's incessant boners, lubed Daddy's burning cock with his soft, tiny hand. Poor Daddy! He had been dreaming of "manual reciprocation" from his beautiful son for so long that when it finally happened, he could scarcely hold the floodgates in place. Seven times Alex slowly, achingly skinned Daddy's knob then covered it again. Making Daddy's upper lip sweat. And his guts clench until... Oh! Daddy spunked an ocean of long-denied man's cream. In hot, creamy, thick strands of lust. Alex gazed in wonder at what he had wrought. Coming to two conclusions. First, it was fun to "make men happy." And second, it appeared that he had a particular skill at "making men happy." Daddy experienced the ritual guilt that follows a taste of forbidden fruit. But not enough that he didn't keep milking his son four or five times a day. And receiving full reciprocation each time. Over the next month, the Daddy-sissyboy milkings became simultaneous. With lots of deep, tonguey kissing. In the next month, Daddy began exploring Alex's anus with his lubed fingers as they kissed and wanked. Driving Alex half mad with lust as Daddy gave the boy his first, searing, prostate-induced orgasm. Bonding the lovers even more closely. Leading to the inevitable. Sweet cocksucking. Done at first only when Alex's Mom was out of the house. But need eventually trumped caution and the lovers were lucky and they were not caught in the lewd, unnatural act. They were even luckier to have all those magnificent orgasms as their torrid love affair burned hotter and hotter. So imagine Alex's surprise when Daddy suggested that they make a video and send it and some cummy panties to Mr. Cockthrob. "Don't you love me any more, Daddy?" Alex asked -- hot tears mixed with his Daddy's cum on his pretty face. "I'll always love you, Darling," Daddy said. "But the way we're going, I'll be fucking your pretty bottom soon and that would be wrong!" Alex couldn't imagine why having Daddy's cock in his bottom would be somehow worse than Daddy's cock in his mouth. But he loved Daddy and respected him. Plus, when they made the video and Mr. Cockthrob didn't respond, which Alex figured was 99% likely, Daddy wouldn't be able to resist fucking Alex. Goody!! So that day, the day of this story, if you're following along, and only the next day after Justin Cockthrob received the package from Alex, Daddy and Alex were involved in a nice, therapeutic, milking session. They were both naked and in a hot sixty-nine. Daddy's lubed fingers were deeply into Alex's bottom and he was tormenting his son's prostate as he sucked the sweet, pre-teen's cockhead with skill and ardor. Both were near their "crises," oblivious to all else in the solar system. Then, suddenly, two guts wrenched simultaneously and two mouths filled with hot, creamy sperm. Oddly courteous, Mom, who had entered the room as her husband and son were making homosexual, incestuous love, stood and waited until all four balls were empty. Then she announced, "You have a visitor downstairs, Alex. An important visitor." And she left. Daddy was terrorized -- convinced that his wife was going to the kitchen for a knife to cut off his "manliness," then stuff it into his boy's-cream-lined mouth. But she wasn't. In truth, she didn't care what men and boys did in order to keep their ballsacks empty. As long as she didn't have to participate. Plus she was neither blind, dumb, nor naïve about what must have been going on during those milking sessions. Men! Mom could never understand their singlemindedness about evacuating their testicles several times a day. And expecting women to aid and abet that foolishness. Better they helped each other do their filthy deeds. So she went downstairs to rejoin the visitor. And Alex and Daddy got themselves cleaned up and dressed. Three --- A gentleman caller Mom returned to the living room and sat across from a trembling Justin Cockthrob. She gave him the evil eye -- just to amuse herself -- and asked, "So, my ten-year-old son sent you some cummy panties and a video and you travelled all the way from California so you could fuck him, is that right?" It sounded sort of sordid when said that way. Justin considered abandoning ship and going back to his female groupies. But it was true. He desperately wanted to fuck Alex Needcock. So he endured Mom's withering gaze as he watched to see if she pressed a silent alarm that summoned a SWAT team to the house. "Yes, ma'am. I mean, I think I love your son. I'd love to find out if I love him. Lovewise." What dorks men become at the thought of great "pussy," Mom thought. Time to play with this one a bit. "So you're going to fuck him to see if you love him?" Justin gulped. She wasn't making this easy. And, truth be told, Justin wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. How to answer? Thankfully, he didn't have to. Alex ran down the stairs and into the living room. Followed by Daddy, who regretted the whole, "I'd better distract Alex or I'll be fucking him soon" foolishness. Alex wanted to believe that the "important visitor" would be Justin Cockthrob, but he was still stupefied to see Justin sitting in his own living room. Responding to Alex's explicit invitation to a fucking. He squealed in happiness. And jumped up and down, squealing, "You came to me! You came to me! My dream has come true." Making Daddy very sad, Justin very randy and Mom very indifferent. Justin Cockthrob's cock throbbed. The boy was magnificent! Way better in person than in that DVD. And despite the raging weirdness of the entire scene, Justin felt as if he and Alex were alone on a beach. At sunset. With one of the songs from Justin's first album playing. Wait. No. Justin's music was really bad. Even to Justin. Couldn't ruin the mood. Maybe Ravel's "Bolero." Yeah. Better. Except that Alex Needcock was way prettier than Bo Derek. And this was no movie. Alex looked as if he wanted Mom and Daddy to go somewhere so that Justin could pull his panties down and fuck Alex right there! But parents can be so un-accommodating. As the only person in the room with a functioning brain, Mom took charge. "Do you have a hotel room nearby where you plan to take my son, pull his panties down and stick your fat cock into his tiny, virginal bottom? That is, if it's still virginal." That was said with a withering look cast at her husband. He stepped back as if stung and began to protest his small measure of innocence. But Alex saved his Daddy. "Oh, yes, Mom. I'm still a virgin. Back there. I saved myself for Mr. Justin Cockthrob and here he is. Taking me away on his white stallion. Do you have a white stallion, Mr. Cockthrob?" Justin could only shake his head dumbly, then turn to Mom and say, "I have a suite at the Ritz Deluxe, Mrs. Needcock. But I didn't think I'd be allowed to take Alex there and `do things.' I thought we'd just talk and I could sign an autograph for him or something." Yeah, right. Mom said, "Alex, go upstairs and put on something sexy. Pack a bag with three pairs of panties, your toothbrush and that big jar of Spermbutt anal lubricant I bought you. Justin, sit. Ralph, take out the garbage." And everyone obeyed Mom. Alex was only gone for ten minutes, during which Daddy took out the garbage for three minutes and glowered at Justin for seven. Wishing him dead. At the very least. Justin was taking away the best pussy Daddy had ever had. Alex illuminated the room on his return. He was wearing tiny white short-shorts, through which one could detect even briefer pink panties, a baby-blue mini-tee with exposed navel and the word "Sissyboy" in gold script across his oversized, puffy nipples, and strappy, pink sandals that showed off all ten of his pretty toes. Justin approached hyperventilation as Alex batted his eyelashes at the man who would soon "steal his virtue." But rather than rush to his lover's manly arms, he went to Daddy, gave him a big, tonguey kiss, then whispered in the man's ear. "I'll be back in three days, Daddy. And then we can do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you want. As many times as you want. I won't be a virgin anymore so you can put it in me -- all of it -- again and again. OK?" Daddy seemed to think that was OK. Mom just sighed and thought about her hair and nails appointments later that day. Justin took Alex's offered hand and they walked out the door. Into a storm of paparazzi! It seems that, while in his room, young, innocent Alex had texted one of the "alert the paparazzi" sites and they responded as they always seem to. What good is having your virginity taken by someone famous unless everyone knows about it? Flashes flashing! Questions pelting the lovers! "Justin, Justin! Are you and Alex lovers?" "Justin! Look this way! Are you going to fuck Alex? Are you gay now?" Justin tried to hustle Alex past the media and into his waiting limo, but Alex would not be hustled. He was enjoying himself. The media people sensed that and began to ask Alex questions. "Alex! Is Justin taking to a love nest to fuck you?" Alex gave the questioner a million-watt smile and said, "I sure hope so. I'm ten years old and still a virgin." Not used to getting such direct answers, the reporters pursued Alex further. "Are those panties you're wearing, Alex?" "Oh, yes. I always wear panties. I'm a sissyboy. I sent Mr. Cockthrob three pairs of my panties, each filled with a big load of my boy's cream. Then he came to see me right away." Wow! Every paparazzo had a major erection, but one managed to ask, "What will you and Mr. Cockthrob do when you're alone, Alex?" "That's up to Mr. Cockthrob. He's the man. But I hope we kiss a lot. I love kissing my Daddy. With lots of tongue. I hope Mr. Cockthrob lets me lick his big, fat, hairy balls. They are hairy, aren't they, Mr. Cockthrob?" That was enough of that for Justin. He managed to get Alex into the limo with no more media interaction. Four -- Alone at last Thank goodness for curtains and hotel security. Justin and Alex were alone in Justin's suite and wasting no time getting acquainted. Alex was stripped to his panties and sitting on Justin's lap. Justin was stripped to the waist. The lovers were kissing tonguily. Heat stemmed from them both. Justin couldn't help wondering how serious Alex was about that ball bath. So he eased Alex off his lap, stood and dropped his pants and underpants. Revealing his fat, huge cock and enormous, hairy balls to a boy who had long ached to see them. Alex was not disappointed! The man was hung! Alex's idol worship evolved to testicle worship. The boy sank to his knees and began to kiss every pore of Justin's hairy, wrinkled bag. Justin groaned with deep lust. And his peehole wept. The boy was delighted. He knew how his beauty and sexy docility had driven his Daddy crazy. But Justin was the big leagues. He just had to taste the man a bit more thoroughly. After completing a thorough ball bath, Alex shifted his loving attentions to Justin's peehole. Kissing its pouting lips. Tasting its sweet juices. Making Justin half-mad with lust. The man could only croak out, "Take the whole knob into your mouth, Baby!" Alex complied eagerly. It was a bigger knob than Daddy's. And leakier. With a thick foreskin that took some doing to skin back completely. And so to work. Licking. Sucking. Stopping occasionally to smile coquettishly at Mr. Cockthrob. Driving the man insane with the need to cum. When he felt Justin getting close, Alex began to cuddle his man's ball bag with his silken fingers. Then stepped up the intensity and pace of his knob licking. Justin was only human. Groaning alpha-male-ily, Justin began to eject his thick, plentiful, creamy cargo into the young boy's sweet mouth. Alex swallowed eagerly, intentionally allowing about half of the fierce cumload to coat his face and chest and swallowing the rest. It was fantastically pleasurable for them both. With one minor caveat. "Did you like that, Mr. Cockthrob?" Alex asked the man who had vowed to reject women and all their empty promises forever. Justin groaned in affirmation. Alex smiled through the cum-frosting on his beautiful face. "I'm glad I could make you happy. But, Mr. Cockthrob, my little peanuts are so sore and needy. Could you help me now?" The little angel was in pain? Justin HAD to help him. But he couldn't fuck him yet -- wouldn't have a proper stiffie for 20 minutes or so. Did Alex expect Justin to...? Justin hadn't thought of that. Well. Let's have a look at those "little peanuts," shall we? Justin helped Alex to his feet. A boy is never more beautiful than when his face is covered with your sperm. Slowly, almost ritualistically, he eased Alex's panties down, up and over his stiff little prick, then down to reveal said peanuts. Justin's heart flooded with love. The boy's "things" were gorgeous. Pink, tiny, and perfect. And eager for Justin's kisses. But wouldn't that be GAY? Fucking the boy's bottom and letting him suck Justin's cock -- those were all "straight" activities. Or at least, "straight-style." But sucking cock! Even the prettiest boy on earth's cock? Justin was ashamed that he was even considering it. Or that he had considered kissing the boy's cummy face moments earlier. But sore peanuts are a scourge. And Justin was basically a good person. Self-centered and self-important (for no apparent reason). But good. And Alex was in pain. Justin sat in a chair -- no kneeling -- and motioned for Alex to step toward him. Tentatively, he kissed the base of Alex's cock. And he didn't die. Alex gasped. Justin liked that. So he began licking each of the boy's baby balls. Beaming with pleasure at Alex's randy little grunts and pants. Justin licked and kissed his way up the boy's shaft until he reached the fully skinned knob. He took Alex's cockhead into his mouth and gave it a tentative suck. Alex squealed. Justin began to suck and lick the head and the shaft with all of the ardor he could muster. It was delicious. And the way that Alex was reacting was making Justin prematurely stiff all over again. Alex grunted and gasped as his man sucked his cock. The first cock, Alex was sure, that Justin Cockthrob had ever sucked. It was all so exciting that Alex couldn't hold back anymore. He was sobbing and squeaking and then, cowabunga! Alex surprised Justin with the ferocity of his orgasm and the quantity and creaminess of his sperm. Though not gifted by size, he was gifted by fluid. The boy could bring it. Down the inexperienced man's throat and onto his hairy chest. It was an orgasm for the record books. The realization of a dream for them both, though Justin's dream had been latent. So -- man and boy -- drenched in each other's cum. Naked. In bed. What to do? A deep prolonged, cummy kiss, of course. Rolling around as they licked the sperm from each other's fine features. Each held the other's prick in a loving hand as they kissed. Amazing Alex that Justin had recovered so much more quickly than Daddy did. It was almost time to fuck, except... "Could I ask you something, Mr. Cockthrob?" Justin was ready for the "Do you love me?" question that his women lovers always seemed to ask. Instead -- "Will you lick my bottomhole before you fuck me? Daddy wouldn't because he was afraid that it would excite him so much that he'd take my virginity. But I've always dreamed about you licking my bottomhole. And here you are. Would you? Please? For me?" Anyone failing to honor a request phrased that way by someone one intends to fuck is not a gentleman. But licking a bottomhole? Ick? Maybe not. Wouldn't hurt to try. Just a taste. Anything to keep this little doll in a full fuck-heat. So how? "Just lie on your back, Mr. Cockthrob, and I'll sit on your face. Like that. OHHHH! Your tongue!!! OHHHHHH!!!!!" Now while the question of Justin Cockthrob's "talent" had been pretty much settled some years earlier, it appeared that the man was exquisitely talented in analingus. Whether such ability sprang from a specific bit of DNA on the Y-chromosome or was inspired by the rear view of Alex's perfect bottom and dangling balls descending on Justin's face, we'll never know. But he was an enthusiastic, talented and happy ass-licker. And the ass's owner was most appreciative. Justin delighted in the way he pleased Alex. The boy's grunts and groans and squeaks and squeals were sweet music to Justin. Far sweeter than anything Justin ever sang. The man actually liked the taste. A bit tangy, perhaps. But very sexy too. Justin knew that he was also lubricating the boy's hole for a big, first-time invader. A thought that filled Justin with exquisite anticipation. His cock was standing tall and proud at the thought. And he wished that Alex would take it into his pretty mouth to ease Justin's pain. But Alex was smarter than that. Justin's Erection Number Two, the one that is most suitable for fucking after Erection Number One took the edge off, was destined for Alex's asshole and that was that. Though Alex held himself to no such restriction. The boy happily screamed and spurted all over Mr. Cockthrob's hairy chest. As his anus contracted on Justin's tongue. Justin was delighted that he had made Alex spunk by merely licking his anus and not even touching his little willie. The boy was a sexual furnace! Time to fuck the furnace. Justin would just throw the boy onto his back and plunge... But... "That was awesome, Mr. Cockthrob! You're making my dreams come true! Could I just ask for one more thing?" What now? Justin thought. "Can we fuck now, please? I mean after you dip your fingers into this Spermbutt anal lubricant and rub the inside of my bottomhole with it -- really well so I'm dilated. Unless, you know, you want to kill me." All accompanied with the biggest, most beautiful smile Justin had ever seen. The man's heart melted yet again. And, though anal pleasures were relatively new to him, he got over his natural aversion to sticking gooey fingers into a boy's anus. It seems that even groupies almost never give up their butts to the likes of Justin Cockthrob. Maybe if he weren't so "B-list" (and on the way to "C"). So this was still new to Justin. As was Alex's dialogue as he lay on his stomach with three of Justin's Spermbutt-lubed fingers up his pretty keyster. "Oh, Mr. Cockthrob! That's so good. In a little more. To the left. Oh! [Gasp!] That's it. Rub there!! Oh!" And Alex screamed yet again. Spunking up Justin's sheets with a few dribbles of his remaining cum reserves. And now Alex's time had come. He knew it. He relished it. Justin knew it. He just didn't know exactly how. Wait. Geometry. Not his best subject in high school. Nor were English, algebra or an array of others. But angles were important. Had to improve his angle. So he slipped two pillows under Alex's hips to improve his angle. Then spread the boy's knees a bit to open the anus a bit. And there was the prize. A beautiful, sex-starved boy, completely smitten with his lover. Open and lubed. Dilated and ready for penetration. Enough thought. Time to fuck. Justin knelt behind Alex and rubbed the boy's burning hole with his peelips. Teasing. Enjoying the moment. "Put it in me. Please!" a hyper-aroused Alex begged. OK then. Justin pushed the head in. And provoked an earth-shaking scream from the world's prettiest sissyboy. That hurt! But a sissyboy must suffer for his man's pleasure. So Alex choked out a "More, please!" Justin replied with three more cockish inches. And engendered another hellish scream. The boy endured and even pushed back for more. Justin did the best thing he could -- pushing the final 3.5 inches in. To the hairs. And almost to the boy's esophagus. The first two screams were minor compared to the third. Hotel security didn't blink. "Is that a boy getting' his cherry popped in 1201, Kelly?" "Sure is, Robbins. A pretty one too. Lucky guy." "Yeah." Ho-hum. But not to Justin and Alex. When Alex's anus adjusted to its new tenant, as anuses do, the real coitus began. Great coitus! Justin pushed and pulled his cock in and out of the sweetest place it had ever been. Clipping Alex's prostate with each hot stroke. Lots of happy squeaks and grunts from Alex. As Justin enjoyed the best moments of his life. Every stroke was spectacular. For both of them. As with any Force Ten orgasm, the warning signs were as much fun as a normal orgasm. When Justin came, he blew off the tips six of his toes. Graves opened in a nearby cemetery. And prophesies came true in far-off lands. Justin had never imagined that sex could be so enjoyable. And it was followed by neither nagging, manipulation, nor emasculation. Just more great fucking over the next three days. After which, Alex returned home to show his Daddy everything he learned. Justin returned to California to bask in his new celebrity. It seems that the paparazzi's coverage of Justin and Alex, whom they dubbed "Julex," had moved Justin fully into the A-list. That made him sort of happy, but he missed Alex. In fact, he discovered, he loved Alex. So a month later, Justin flew back to Alex's home and proposed marriage to Alex. Who declined!! It seems that a) Alex didn't want to be separated from his Daddy, who was fucking him three or four times a day and b) Alex didn't want to be separated from the rest of the world's men, who were beating down his door and fucking him three or four additional times each day. Good choice, Alex! Justin, though temporarily disappointed, found solace among the dozens of delicious sissyboys who were pelting him with amazing offers each day. So they all lived happily ever after. Because Justin Cockthrob had the good sense to try boys. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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